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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.