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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Star Department,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
The Names,
Chrome,
Josef K,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.