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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.