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 Nauru 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.