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 Nepal 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.