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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.