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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Cymande,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.