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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.