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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Brick,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.