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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.