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 France and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.