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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Joey Negro to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.