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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
UT,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.