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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.