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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Trojans to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.