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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.