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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Japan,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.