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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.