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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
The Names,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.