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 Canada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Slave,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.