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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.