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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.