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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Delhi and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.