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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Slave,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.