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 Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Neu!,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.