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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Sound to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.