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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Flipper,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.