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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.