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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Japan,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.