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 India and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.