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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Section 25,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.