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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.