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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.