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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.