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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Slave,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.