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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Nico,
JFA,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
The Names,
Excepter,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.