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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.