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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.