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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.