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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
PIL,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.