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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Gong,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.