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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.