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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.