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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Television,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
DNA,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.