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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.