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 Laos 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.