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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Misunderstood to the grime 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.