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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.