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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
The Busters,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.