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 Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.