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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.