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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Television,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.