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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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?
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.