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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.