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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.