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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.