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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.