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 East Timor and from London.
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 Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Cymande,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.