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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.