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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.