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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Television,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.