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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.