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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Busters to the punk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Model 500,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.