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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse 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?
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.