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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.