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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.