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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.