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 Thailand 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Pole,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.