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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.