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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.