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 Malta and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
the Slits,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.