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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Last Poets to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.