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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
The Move,
Television,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.