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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.