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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Magma to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.