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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Halifax and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Lalann,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.