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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Arcadia to the dance 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.