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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.