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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.