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 Palau and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.