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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Whodini to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.