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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 World's Most 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.