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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.