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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 The Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.