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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.