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 Singapore 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 David McCallum to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
The Move,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Cluster,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.