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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Joyce Sims 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
CMW,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.