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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.