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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Can,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.