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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.