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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.