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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.