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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Lou Christie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
The Evens,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.