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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 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 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.