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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.