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 Comoros 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the rock 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.