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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.