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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.