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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.