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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
MDC,
Gong,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.