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 Syria 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Japan,
Swans,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.