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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.