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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.