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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.