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 Kuwait and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.