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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 snare 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.