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 Armenia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.