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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.