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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.