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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.