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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.