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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.