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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Deadbeat to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.