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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.