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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.