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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Japan,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.