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 Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.