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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.