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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Country Teasers to the grime 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.