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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.