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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.