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 Sudan and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the disco 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection 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 disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
JFA,
MDC,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.