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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Japan,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.