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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.