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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.