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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.