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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Jandek,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.