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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.