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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.