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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.