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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.