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 the UAE 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon 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?
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.