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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.