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 Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.