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 Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.