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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.