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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.