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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
MC5,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.