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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.