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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.