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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
ABC,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.