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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.