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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.