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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.