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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.