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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.