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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.