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 Macedonia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Can,
Ossler,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.