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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Doors to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.