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 China and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.