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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.