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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.