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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.