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 France and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.