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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.