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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.