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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.