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 Brunei and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.