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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.