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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.