Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.