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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.