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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.