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 Greece and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Max Romeo 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
The Wake,
The Slits,
X-101,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.