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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Q65,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.