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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.