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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.