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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
the Germs,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.