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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Raincoats to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.