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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.