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 Tunisia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.