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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Ituana to the grime 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.