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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.