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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Faraquet to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Wire,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.