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 Maldives 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Smog,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.