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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.