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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Pole,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.