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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.