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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.