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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.