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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.