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 Rwanda 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.