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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Chrome,
cv313,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.