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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.