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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.