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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.