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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Nas,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.