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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.