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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
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.