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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Chrome,
CMW,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
New Order,
The Doors,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.