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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kayak 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Wings,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.