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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.