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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.