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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.