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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.