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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.