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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Can,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.