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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.