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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.