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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.