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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Index,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.