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 Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.