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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.