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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.