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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.