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 and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.