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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.