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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Magma,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Crime,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.