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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Nas to the funk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.