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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.