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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.