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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.