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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
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.