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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
The Motions,
June of 44,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.