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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.