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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.