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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.