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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the disco 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Technova,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.