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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.