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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.