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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Index to the rap 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.