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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Nas,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.