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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
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.