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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.