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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.