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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.