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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.