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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.