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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.