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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s 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 Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.