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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.