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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
10cc,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
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.