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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Index,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.