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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.