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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.