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 Sri Lanka 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Visage,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.