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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.