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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Oneida to the dance 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Oneida,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.