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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.