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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 The Fire Engines 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.