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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.