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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.