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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Loose Ends 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.