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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.