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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
The Litter,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Smog,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.