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 Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.