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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.