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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Cure,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.