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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.