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 South Africa 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.