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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.