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 Madagascar and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.