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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.