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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.