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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.