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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.