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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.