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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.