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 Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.