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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.