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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.