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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.