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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.