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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.