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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.