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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
The Doors,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.