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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.