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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Nas,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Jandek,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.