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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.