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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.