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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Germs to the rap 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.