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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.