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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.