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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 güiro 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 Scientists to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.