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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Index,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.