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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.