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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Magma,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.