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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.