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 Barbados 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.