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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.