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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.