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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Cluster,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.