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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.