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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Reuben Wilson 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.