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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Television,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.