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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.