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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Angels of Light to the funk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.