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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.