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 Morocco 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.