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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.