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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi 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?
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.