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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.