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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.