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 Chad and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.