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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.