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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.