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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.