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 Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.