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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.