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 Mauritania 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.