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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.