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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.