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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Nas,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.