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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.