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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.