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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.