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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.