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 Morocco 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Visage,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.