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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.