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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Niagra,
New Order,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.