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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.