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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
EPMD,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.