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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.