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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.