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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Franke,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.