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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the dance 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
UT,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.