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 Togo 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.