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 Delhi.
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 London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.