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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
ABC,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.