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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.