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 Togo 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.