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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.