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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.