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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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?
Mars,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.