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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.