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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Slackers to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.