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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy 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?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.