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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.