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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
the Association,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.