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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.