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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.