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 Ghana 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.