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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.