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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets 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,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.