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 Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Pole,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.