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 Ireland 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.