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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
UT,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.