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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.