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 Colombia and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.