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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.