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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.