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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.