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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 guitar 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 Gang of Four to the disco 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.