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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.