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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.