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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.