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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.