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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.