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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the techno 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.