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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.