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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.