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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Japan,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Wings,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
The Victims,
Can,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.