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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Franke,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.