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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.