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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
The Victims,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.