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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.