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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
MC5,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.