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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.