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 Morocco and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Altered Images to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.