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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.