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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Can,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.