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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.