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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the rap 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Brick,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Scion,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.