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 Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Nas,
Flipper,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.