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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.