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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.