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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Panda Bear to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.