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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s 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 Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.