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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Severed Heads,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.