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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Slackers to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.