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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.