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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.