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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.