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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.