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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Gong to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.