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 Chile and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.