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 Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.