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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.