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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.