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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Television,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.