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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Severed Heads to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.