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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.