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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Monks,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.