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 Ghana and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.