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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.