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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.