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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.