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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the crunk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.