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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.