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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Swans,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.