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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.