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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Inner City 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.