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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.