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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.