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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.