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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 The Evens to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.