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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Unwound to the rap 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Gong,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.