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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Lyres,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.