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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.