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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the techno 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.