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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.