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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.