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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.