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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Mars,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.