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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
MDC,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.