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 Burundi and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.