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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.