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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Liliput,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.