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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selecter to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Index,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.