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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Oblivians to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.