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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Smog,
Brick,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.