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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.