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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.