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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.