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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.