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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Slave,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.