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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Scion,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.