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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Smog,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.