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 Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.