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 Korea North and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.