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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.