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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Kayak,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.