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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.