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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.