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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Television,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.