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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.