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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.