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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.