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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.