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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 the Sonics to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.