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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.