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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.