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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.