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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.