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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Section 25,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.