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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '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 Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.