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 Ivory Coast 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Model 500,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.