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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.