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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Fear,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.