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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.