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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.