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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.