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 Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.