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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.