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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
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.