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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion 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?
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.