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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Slave,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.