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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.