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 Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.