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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Fear,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.