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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Neu!,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.