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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.