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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.