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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.