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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.