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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.