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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.