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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.