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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.