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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
The Index,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.