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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.