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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.