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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Erasure to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.