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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.