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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Nas,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.