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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.