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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth 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?
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.