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 Uganda 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.