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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Fear,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.