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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.