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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.