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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.