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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.