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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.