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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Slits to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.