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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.