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 Paraguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.