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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.