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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.