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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Suicide,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.