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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.