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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.