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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.