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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.