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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Pole,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.