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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Scion to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.