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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.