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 Indonesia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.