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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.