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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
X-102,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.