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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.