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 Sri Lanka 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
DNA,
Ten City,
Visage,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.