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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Model 500,
Monks,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.