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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.