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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.