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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.