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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.