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 Angola and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.