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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.