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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grass Roots to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.