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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.