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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 The Skatalites to the funk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.