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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.