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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Qualms to the grime 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.