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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
DNA,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.