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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
The Evens,
the Association,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.