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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.