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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.