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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.