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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.