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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Crime to the dance 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.