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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Visage,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.